There is no one tonight.
I alone here in the house.
rains. It rains a lot.
I love it when it rains.
When life makes you feel her strength, and all
take refuge in their homes.
I go to the window.
duel headlights and wipers with rain and night.
The fatigue is felt. In
head echoes the roar of the path, in the heart
waves breaking on the rocks mixed feelings of my life, eroding and shaping.
scares me to be exposed to these waves.
anxiety if I take my face to look like I have scored ...
My gaze is lost in the night, in the dark
breached by heavy rain.
Then a shock, a whisper, a voice ...
the determined voice of this persistent rain,
listening and all of a sudden ... "No, it does not matter!"
No matter how deep are the ruts left by the wind,
no matter how fragile is the rock foundation.
matters is that this is my life. This
and not another.
With these efforts and these resources,
with these wounds and these weapons,
with these parents, these brothers,
with these friends, with this God
with this past, with this in mind,
with these concerns, with these doubt
with these desires so tangled and enigmatic ...
's up to me to take it in hand, pick it up and lead,
braving the sea and the waves,
dare to hear my voice in the dark,
like rain in the night ...
I look up to heaven invisible
not rain a drop that runs through my face.
Groundhog Day here,
walking and fighting,
waiting and hoping ...
look out your window in a rainy evening.
